The instant he heard those words, Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly contracted, and his mind reeled.
What had he just called him...?
Director Lin?
How did he know that name?
Gripping the Soul Severing Blade, Lin Qiye stared blankly at the black shadow that had already vanished without a trace, standing there like a statue.
In front of him, the unconscious Zhao Kun furrowed his brow, let out a muffled groan, and slowly opened his eyes.
"Huh? How did I end up here?" Zhao Kun looked around in confusion. When he saw Lin Qiye wearing the Monkey King Mask, he froze, recalling the figure in the Pigsy Mask from that morning...
He suddenly clutched the back of his head and indignantly said, "Y-you ambushed me again? Does the Fifth Reserve Team just love pulling dirty tricks on people?!"
Lin Qiye rolled his eyes. "You were possessed by the Seer of Secrets. I saved you."
He waved his hand, dismissing the wooden cage around them. Under the Ancient Treant's control, the wooden platform beneath Lin Qiye and Zhao Kun steadily descended to the ground.
"Qiye, is it dealt with?"
Baili Pangpang, who had been guarding the area beneath the wooden cage, walked forward and asked.
Lin Qiye nodded. "Just as planned. It's dealt with."
He extended his hand and offered the Black Ring in his palm to Baili Pangpang. The latter shook his head with a smile. "Give it to Cool Bro. I already gave him the Soul Severing Blade."
Shen Qingzhu raised an eyebrow, took the black ring, and slipped it onto his middle finger.
"Thanks."
"So, does that mean we won this confrontation?" Cao Yuan asked.
Lin Qiye looked up toward the rooftop of a building across the street. There, a figure draped in a dark crimson cloak silently watched